Pisachi

Sometimes, on a hot summer day, you spot a lime juice stall on the road, and it beckons you. You make your way to it, buy a drink, and savor the tangy sweetness of your brief respite from the sun beating down on you. However, once that first sensory overload starts to wear down, you start to notice things. Things like the flies buzzing round the place, the grimy "ice" that made its way into your glass, and the all-around feeling that, maybe, the stall owner was taking advantage of their dominion over your senses to sell you a product that wasn't quite upto the mark.

Pisachi is ....